A struck match faded like a nervous laugh

Beyond the halo of a naked bulb

Your low voice mingles with your other half's;

Schoolfriends in second-hand clothes

Eventually your world will shrink within four walls

Of neglected debts and stolen stereos.



So move away Jimmy Blue

Before your small, small town turns around

and swallows you



A drunk mother was the cue

For the legendary things that you do

Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face

Behind the old glue factory too.



So move away Jimmy Blue

Before your small, small town turns around

and swallows you



Wet feet visit the same old places

Finding nothing new

It's a binful of tissues from made-up faces

In a townful of nothing to do

A love match with the moon

In a layby, while insects hum and

You got put in the darkness of a woman's womb

Jimmy Blue.



So move away, yeh,

Move away Jimmy Blue

Before your small, small town

Turns around and swallows you.